Hey, we was rich (relatively speaking) feckers at uni, could afford to splurge, you know what I mean. Not. In reality we were as poor as fuck but had eyes bigger than our bellies, and anything left over when everyone had passed out got consumed the following morning (except the snakebite )
you reminded me of a party in Plymouth in my 20's, mostly Navy attended. A "large chap" disgruntled at not getting the girl as I remember, awoke around 5 and proceeded to fill a Demijohn with all the liqueur leftovers before departing, a cheeky move, but no-one was going to argue with him, which of course he knew. Thinking about it, a tough and troubled soul, I doubt he is still about now so shouldn't begrudge him that temporary relief.
That just reminded me of the strangely titled B-side to one of Wizzard's singles .... The Carlsberg Special (Pianos Demolished Phone 021 373 4472)